This is going to sound a little more of a rant than usual, but after being woken up at four in the morning by my noisy b*tch neighbour on the only potential day I could have had a lie in I’m feeling really angry.
She’s a young single mother and she moved in next door with her little boy about six months ago. I live in a terraced house and the walls are so thin it’s possible to hear everything that goes on, even quiet conversations when she’s on the phone, so we have to turn our TV up to block it out. At first, she was fairly quiet, but recently on Wednesdays and at weekends she’s turned her house into ‘party central’ and it’s beginning to get on my nerves. Last night she turned up with no less than six other people at 4.00am who decided to drunkenly scream and shout until they left at 5.30am. It wouldn’t have been too bad if I hadn’t had to be at work today from 9.30 until 5 for rehearsals for a show that we’re putting on next week, so I am shattered.
I’ve rented housing for ten years and before we moved to our present house I’ve always had a really good relationship with my neighbours. However, we’ve always had problems with the residents of the house next door. When we first moved in a woman lived there with her little girl, and all we heard was her screaming and swearing at the child. She did a ‘moonlight flit’ and disappeared one night, only to be replaced a few weeks later with another woman who’s child screamed the walls down every single day. After a year she moved out, and a middle eastern couple moved in. It was a similar situation – they were fine for the first few months and then for almost a year we were subjected to daily parties. It got so bad that I went round and asked them to be quiet, but it made no difference, so we got the council involved. They (and their child) were often awake until 1.00am, they had their friends round constantly, played music, screamed, shouted and generally made a nuisance of themselves. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got no problem with parties, socialising or children, but it got so bad that I contacted their landlord, who was useless. The Bloke and I were a wreck- we started dreading going home and he started having heart palpitations from the anxiety. I was delighted when they moved out, particularly when a young couple moved in and they were brilliant. Yes, we could still hear them but it wasn’t loud enough to bother us.
Unfortunately, their landlord decided to try and sell the house and so they were forced to move out. Inevitably, the landlord realised that she was losing out on rent when the house didn’t sell, so it went back on the rent market and the present woman moved in.
It’s been an ongoing saga for years, so we’ve decided that we’re going to find somewhere else to live. I’m not superstitious and I don’t believe in supernatural beings, but I’m beginning to think that there may be something chemical in the house that affects the residents. It’s always fine for a month or two, but then they become really angry and start screaming every day and constantly arguing with each other. I read an article about black mould that can cause this type of behaviour, but perhaps I’m being silly because I’m tired.
All we need is a lottery win so we can buy a detached house. Anybody have a spare £250,000 they want to give me?
Picture credit: Still from the Simpsons